Tall trees with their golden leaves rustling high in the sky
Sharply scented smoke dancing and twirling into the atmosphere
The sound of gunfire echoes and reverberates through the forest
A small town, filled with families from all around
The crackle of a little campfire, sucked up with the wind

The sound of a church bell at that little old school
Children's homemade parachutes tumbling towards the ground
Hoofbeats and neighs, horse rides through the town
Turn into the lush forest and ride past those tents we will
I see many a pig roasting, still more fires pass us by
Pass a few dozen more trees and we're finally there
My father, tall and proud, waves and grins as we pass him by
We wave enthusiastically, knowing the battle he's anticipating
The crackle of a little campfire, sucked up with the wind

A while later, he dives into the battle and I don't see him
But afterwards I see his eyes and they glow with life only dad could have
Later that night we walk to the barn, and beautiful music fills our ears
Dad dances with me, I feel so little in that big dancin' barn
I couldn't be any happier than I was then with my father, his eyes aglow
The crackle of a little campfire, sucked up with the wind